Hopper | Natasha
She smiled as he told her that he went by Hopper rather than Jim, she didn't quite know what that was like, not in the same sort of way, but she liked the idea of it - of being so known that you forget yourself who you are. She'd never had that luxury herself. "Hopper is good, I like the sound of it." She assured him with a smile taking his hand and giving him an easy but firm shake.
"It's not the worst sort of addiction someone can have, I'll give you that." She teased, amused as he played it off a little.
"Oh not long at all, about a month now I think," She said frowning a little trying to remember exactly how long it had been, "It feels like longer though, this place keeps you on your toes." Between the insanity from the doors and waking to find herself decades younger with no explanation? Well yes, she could be forgiven for not being entirely certain of the time.